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Then
she
changed
her
desk
into
a
pig
and
back
again
.
They
were
all
very
impressed
and
could
n't
wait
to
get
started
,
but
soon
realized
they
were
n't
going
to
be
changing
the
furniture
into
animals
for
a
long
time
.
After
taking
a
lot
of
complicated
notes
,
they
were
each
given
a
match
and
started
trying
to
turn
it
into
a
needle
.
By
the
end
of
the
lesson
,
only
Hermione
Granger
had
made
any
difference
to
her
match
;
Professor
McGonagall
showed
the
class
how
it
had
gone
all
silver
and
pointy
and
gave
Hermione
a
rare
smile
.
The
class
everyone
had
really
been
looking
forward
to
was
Defense
Against
the
Dark
Arts
,
but
Quirrell
's
lessons
turned
out
to
be
a
bit
of
a
joke
.
His
classroom
smelled
strongly
of
garlic
,
which
everyone
said
was
to
ward
off
a
vampire
he
'd
met
in
Romania
and
was
afraid
would
be
coming
back
to
get
him
one
of
these
days
.
His
turban
,
he
told
them
,
had
been
given
to
him
by
an
African
prince
as
a
thank-you
for
getting
rid
of
a
troublesome
zombie
,
but
they
were
n't
sure
they
believed
this
story
.
For
one
thing
,
when
Seamus
Finnigan
asked
eagerly
to
hear
how
Quirrell
had
fought
off
the
zombie
,
Quirrell
went
pink
and
started
talking
about
the
weather
;
for
another
,
they
had
noticed
that
a
funny
smell
hung
around
the
turban
,
and
the
Weasley
twins
insisted
that
it
was
stuffed
full
of
garlic
as
well
,
so
that
Quirrell
was
protected
wherever
he
went
.
Harry
was
very
relieved
to
find
out
that
he
was
n't
miles
behind
everyone
else
.
Lots
of
people
had
come
from
Muggle
families
and
,
like
him
,
had
n't
had
any
idea
that
they
were
witches
and
wizards
.
There
was
so
much
to
learn
that
even
people
like
Ron
did
n't
have
much
of
a
head
start
.
Friday
was
an
important
day
for
Harry
and
Ron
.
They
finally
managed
to
find
their
way
down
to
the
Great
Hall
for
breakfast
without
getting
lost
once
.
"
What
have
we
got
today
?
"
Harry
asked
Ron
as
he
poured
sugar
on
his
porridge
.
"
Double
Potions
with
the
Slytherins
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Snape
's
Head
of
Slytherin
House
.
They
say
he
always
favors
them
--
we
'll
be
able
to
see
if
it
's
true
.
"
"
Wish
McGonagall
favored
us
,
"
said
Harry
.
Professor
McGonagall
was
head
of
Gryffindor
House
,
but
it
had
n't
stopped
her
from
giving
them
a
huge
pile
of
homework
the
day
before
.
Just
then
,
the
mail
arrived
.
Harry
had
gotten
used
to
this
by
now
,
but
it
had
given
him
a
bit
of
a
shock
on
the
first
morning
,
when
about
a
hundred
owls
had
suddenly
streamed
into
the
Great
Hall
during
breakfast
,
circling
the
tables
until
they
saw
their
owners
,
and
dropping
letters
and
packages
onto
their
laps
.
Hedwig
had
n't
brought
Harry
anything
so
far
.
She
sometimes
flew
in
to
nibble
his
ear
and
have
a
bit
of
toast
before
going
off
to
sleep
in
the
owlery
with
the
other
school
owls
.
This
morning
,
however
,
she
fluttered
down
between
the
marmalade
and
the
sugar
bowl
and
dropped
a
note
onto
Harry
's
plate
.
Harry
tore
it
open
at
once
.
It
said
,
in
a
very
untidy
scrawl
:
